I am ill, but your being by me
Cannot amend me; society is no comfort
To one not sociable.
I am ill, but your being by me
Cannot amend me; society is no comfort
To one not sociable.
Society is no comfort; To one not sociable.
Besides these, other bars he lays before me,
My riots past, my wild societies;
And tells me 'tis a thing impossible
I should love thee but as a property.
Ah, wherefore with infection should he live,
And with his presence grace impiety,
That sin by him advantage should achieve,
And lace it self with his society?
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories